Childcare while in Italy

Dan & I had the wonderful opportunity to get away on a child-free vacation recently. This was our very first child-free, overnight vacation in more than 8 years. 

Yes, you read that right. And, yes, we are officially crazy. 

In all honesty, it’s not that we never wanted to have a night away, together, without children. The reason was more or less that we never had the opportunity, due to breastfeeding babies, attachment/colic issues with child #1, then twins (3 kids under age 3!), then my own separation anxiety/night issues after Matteo died, which left me feeling the need to check on the kids often throughout the night to make sure they were still breathing. (Yes, crazy again. I know.) And most recently… we just truly needed someone who could take care of our army of children, as well as manage a very busy school/activity schedule. Four kids is a lot. Add taxi, constant meal service, and medical emergencies (because of course there's always 1 when mom & dad are away!)... and well, I imagine it could push a weak soldier over the edge.

Until now, the children always vacationed WITH us… Hawaii, Mexico, Canada, Arizona, Minnesota, Colorado, California, Oregon, etc. We did have one vacation in March 2009 to Mexico where we just took Gabby. My parents and our au pair at the time stayed with the twins in CA. It was relaxing to get away with just one child. But still, at age 3, she kept us quite busy. 

So - finally! A kid free vacation! We were excited...

We recruited and enlisted the help of my parents, as well as one of our favorite former au pairs from Germany, Maria. Maria and my parents know each other well, which made us even more comfortable. The kids were SO EXCITED to hear that we had bought tickets for Maria to come visit us again. They asked every day for a month “when will Maria be here?”. And, having gammy and papa visit at the same time would be the icing on the cake. I figured Maria would be like the team captain of child duty and play, my mom was designated as chief homework, story reader, medicine dispenser, and snuggler (needed her to refrain from heavy lifting & vigorous activity). And, my dad was named chief chauffeur (and probably errand/grocery/drug store runner). 

We learned quickly about the only real emergency while we were gone. Rocco had an awful asthma attack that landed gammy & papa at the emergency room from 11:30pm-3am. This also required frequent checks throughout the night the following 2 nights to make sure he wasn’t having any trouble breathing, etc. Add this asthma drama to a topical allergic reaction he was having to all the pollen in the air, and toss in Marco’s twice daily Rx administration (not easy with this kid!) for his ear infection… it was like the perfect little storm to keep everyone on their toes. Needless to say, my parents were exhausted 3 days into our trip (and probably wishing they hadn’t committed to this! Oy!). Hopefully, the gifts we shipped and brought back with us will make up for all the drama and sleep deprivation. 

The only other real issue was that we had planned for Marco to sleep with gammy and papa. But, he quickly decided he wanted nothing to do with that. Instead, he preferred sleeping with Maria (or, “Ria”, as he calls her). So, poor Maria got the mommy treatment… little feet kicking her in the face and chest during the night, and a few snuggles too, while we were away. Dan and I joked this was GREAT birth control for Maria! Sorry Maria!

We are beyond thankful for these special people in our lives! Clearly, we could not have been more confident with anyone on the planet taking care of our children when we are not there. So HUGE, GIGANTIC thank you to gammy, papa and our favorite Maria! We love you and are so thankful to have you in our lives, and for allowing us to get away together and relax.

Marco & Medicine Tricks

In my opinion, these are the big milestones that make things a bit easier for moms and dads everywhere. They include:

* sitting up

* child puts self to sleep

* walking 

* talking

* getting dressed by themselves

* toilet trained

* buckling themselves into a car seat

* taking medicine without issue

* the day you can start to reason with your child, or convince them to do something because it is good for them, even if they don’t like it. (keyword = start… because I know this is a lifelong issue!)

Well, Marco just crossed (sort of) another of these milestones… but he had to do it HIS way. I finally found a trick to giving him medicine without having to waste an entire bottle of medicine!

I would rank him *third worst medicine-taker* of my children. 

Giuliana was the worst. Matteo was the second worst medicine-taker. 

I literally had to try everything in the book with Giuliana. I even sought sneaky technique advice from my friends on F.acebook. We tried letting her do it in her own time, holding her down, sneaking it in while on the changing table, putting it in food, ice cream, chocolate syrup, sip it from a straw, take it from a spoon, etc. You name it - I tried it. The worst was when we wasted an entire bottle of medicine trying to get 4 mls in her mouth. The thick syrup was instead all over the floor, counter, in her hair, in my hair, it had painted our clothing and was disbursed across various desserts and beverages and yogurts. She would successfully spit every last drop out of her mouth. It was awful. Even the nurses tried to help. They agreed. She was a little H.oudini. Somehow we eventually tricked her into thinking medicine could be fun to take. And, never a problem since then. 

Matteo wasn’t nearly as bad a Giuliana. But, we did have a few instances where it seemed like medicine was everywhere BUT in his little mouth.  

Marco is a lot like Matteo was. But, he’s gotten smarter and better at spitting the medicine out… and he wont’ stop spitting until it is all out. Every last drop. 

He’s been on an antibiotic every month since January due to ear infections. In February, the medicine delivery had reached the point where I dreaded having to give it to him. I would be stressed he wasn’t getting a full dose, wondering how much he actually did consume, and already fearing the day’s second dose. Finally, I decided to just try and reason with him about his medicine, and also bribe him with a treat. 

Marco still doesn’t talk a whole lot. But, I do know that he understands most of what we are saying. I can tell him to go do something - and he will. Or, if I talk about someone or something, he will look around for them/it. 

So, one day I just sat him in my lap and told him it was medicine time and how important it was he takes his medicine so we could get rid of all the yucky sick germs that were making his ears hurt. I told him I would give him a treat if he took his medicine nice. Then, I put him down and filled up the medicine syringe and got a little caramel treat. I followed him around telling him it was time for him to take his medicine (5 minutes maybe), and all of a sudden, he opened his mouth up big and drank the medicine without any protest or spitting. I was so excited I started cheering and jumping and telling him what a good boy he was. He was SO PROUD of himself. And, he really enjoyed the caramel treat. Every day we did the same thing and it worked like a charm after that. 

Well, of course he got another ear infection right before our trip to Italy. And, of course it was a different antibiotic - one with a worse taste. He hated it. Back to the spitting. Again, I tried reasoning with him. It didn’t work. I tried hiding it in chocolate syrup. I tried bribing. A few times, I had to lay him down and try to stick it in the back corner of his mouth and hope he would swallow most of the dose. That wasn’t working so great. 

Finally, we decided to try making it a party. This worked great because we had the entire family home, as well as and my mom & dad and Maria (one of our wonderful au pairs, from Germany). I scooped Marco into my arms and told him it was medicine time. I put the medicine in a spoon dropper. We also started clapping our hands and singing, very rhythmically, “med-i-cine, med-i-cine…Marco’s gonna take his MED-I-CINE!” and we repeated that mantra over & over. He had a big smile on his face, he drank up his medicine in one go, and every single one of us high-rived him after that. He thought this was the coolest thing in the world and LOVED all the singing and attention. 

It was hilarious and fun and he TOOK HIS MEDICINE! YAY!

Now, let’s hope I’m not alone the next time he needs medicine. Because I’m quite certain I am much less of a party than a group of 9 people. :))

Marco skipped straight to the big boy toys

It seems my little baby is skipping straight to big boy toys. 

Sigh…

I thought surely the little guy would make use of the remaining baby and infant toys that one or more of his older siblings had used. But, it seems that when he hit 18 months… all that went out the window.

 He is MUCH more interested in whatever Rocco and Giuliana are playing with. So, now the little guy is obsessed with N.erf guns, transformers, hot wheel cars, legos and Giuliana’s little ponies. 

He’s also now frequently taking a toy to bed with him at night (which we remove once we know he’s down for the night). These toys often include N.erf guns, legos built into towers or guns, sometimes a sword, or a car or truck (or two!). 

When he wakes up, he’s been known to say “gun, gun gun??”, first thing. So, we’ll scoop him up and bring him on a journey to find his favorite toy gun. 

He sure is a funny little guy. All too eager to grown up! 

Marco... the artist!

I don't know how they do it...

The second you are not looking, they manage to find the ONE marker in your house, that of course is not washable, from a billion yrs ago that you either bought pre-children or someone who doesn't have *active* kids gifted you with.

This is Marco showing off his latest art skills.

Yup. He colored red, non-washable red marker all over the WHITE window trim. And, he also colored the window.

He spent most of the morning watching the people working on the pool and landscaping in the backyard. I had even scooted the bench over to the window so he could get a better view (unknowingly, also a better angle for his new art project).

He looks half guilty in this photo... and half *look what I just did mom - isn't it cool*?

Pizza, Pizza, Pizza!

I often bring Marco to W.hole F.oods with me to pickup the delicious, thin wood fired crust pizzas. 

He KNOWS the pizza boxes. Right when he sees them, he’ll start yelling “Pizza, Pizza, Pizza!” 

I’ll tell him he can have pizza as soon as we get it home and sometimes this calms/distracts him a bit. Other times, he keeps yelling “Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!”, so I’ll end up caving and give him a little slice of pizza when we get to the car so he can enjoy it on the ride home. 

Such a funny little rascal! And, he does this same pizza chant for Dan too!

Today's Breakfast Consumption

Sometimes it is important to note crazy little facts like this. Important only because I hope to someday look back and laugh about things like this... and for my kids to look back and maybe appreciate me/us and all we had done for them.

Our Saturday breakfast consumption today was as follows:
* 2 packs of bacon
*12 eggs
* 4 pieces of toast
* 1 waffle
* 2 bowls cereal
* 2 apples

This was all consumed in less than 10 minutes.

I predicted that one of my little people would come up to me 45 minutes later and tell me they were STARVING. My prediction was correct. Right after you clean up a meal. You just start on the next snack or meal. Having 4 young growing children is exhausting sometimes. I spend 90% of my day in the kitchen when they are all home from school.

No joke. .

This house is ALL wrong!

Giuliana keeps telling me she does not like our new house. She says the play room is supposed to be upstairs and the kitchen is supposed to be downstairs (like our house in WA).

I have to remind myself that she has lived most of her life in our WA house, even though she was born in CA, and now we're back. So crazy!

So, while she seems to love being back in CA... this new house is still ALL WRONG.

Skiing Fun!

I took the kids skiing in the Sierra Mountains on Friday.

They each brought a friend from school, and Rocco's buddy's mom joined us as well. Her name is Kelly and we get along great, have similar interests and have gone running a few times together.

We put the kids in an all day private lesson. But, we ended up joining them around 2pm and kept skiing the green's with them. It was a really great day and we all had a blast. Gabby and Rocco are getting to be great little skiers.

Rocco has no fear, great balance, and just races down the mountain. The coach kept telling me he's a natural and that she just had to remind him to not bullet down the hill... but work on some S turns. I tried to tell him to not go so fast...and he said "MOM... I LIKE going fast!" I really loved skiing with him and he could have kept skiing into the night.

Gabby really enjoys skiing. But, sometimes her perfectionism gets the best of her. Her coach and I both reminded her a few times that she's not going to be perfect and she has to let herself make some mistakes. A full day of coached skiing for her might have been a bit much... but it seemed like she relaxed and had a lot more fun, and did better, when we were all hanging out together skiing the greens. I also think she may have been a little competitive with her friend.

The only bummer about the ski day was that there were dismal amounts of snow in the mountains. Check out some of these photos... I can't recall ever seeing so much of the rock and terrain of the ground while skiing in the Sierra's. Mountain tops that would normally be blanketed in snow didn't have any... and some had patches. The resort we were skiing at had more runs closed than open. And, the snow by the end of the day was awful... ice patches, slush... it was crazy. I felt like we were skiing in April vs. January. No snow. Fifty-five degrees at 1pm. Crazy stuff.

California could REALLY use some storms. Our area is in a drought and in desperate need of rain. And, the mountains are lacking so much snow... it could really impact our water supplies come springtime if we don't get rain soon.

Chef Dan

While Dan's been home for the past two weeks... he decided to put on his chef hat for the holiday meals. (Lucky me, right?!)

He hasn't done this in a long time... because of the move, temporary apartment living, traveling a LOT for work, and then getting moved and settled into this house, in addition to a loaded end of year biz travel schedule.

Oh, and Rocco made the GIGANTIC white place cards for each of our holiday meals using 8.5x5.5 paper and a yellow marker (see photo). In the past, I've had the kids make Christmas tree w/green paper and glitter... but that got tossed aside this year. :)



A little sampling of the meals he's made:
Christmas Eve: Our traditional home made Italian lasagna (not an American version w/cottage cheese)








Christmas Day dinner: Turkey; roasted pine nut, red pepper & spicy sausage stuffing; brussel sprouts w/prosciutto; mashed potatoes












 
 
New Year's Eve: seared tuna w/a soy ginger sauce and chives & brussel sprouts

 

I think I like you already 2014...

For a very long time I haven't been able to say Happy New Year.

For a very long time... I have been held down by the thought of "what's so happy about another fricking year... " because my heart remains heavy with sadness. I miss my little Matteo.

But this year, I decided I am going to say Happy New Year.

It doesn't change the fact that part of me is still grieving...sometimes more than others. But, for me right now... I have decided that no matter what sh*$ you are dealt in life... you get to a point where you have to stop and actually realize what you should and need to be thankful for. You need to recognize that even though you were dealt a sh*% card, you also have been fortunate in other ways.

Often times... it is easy for us to look at others and think "wow... their life is PERFECT" or "they have THE best life"... when in reality, every single one of us faces our own challenges and battles. Some may be worse than others. Some may perceive theirs to be worse than others. Perception is everything and nothing. We all have things we need/should be thankful for. We all have our daily challenges or sh*% cards. It's called life.

So, I am thankful...

2013 moved us back to CA... where I feel closer to what Matteo knew in life. We're closer to family. We're closer to deep-rooted friendships. We're closer to our professional networks. We're closer to fun in every direction.

My husband cooked me an amazing dinner on NYE. He made delicious seared tuna steaks, with a ginger soy chive sauce, and the world's best brussel sprouts. He stayed up with me... just so he could kiss me as the clock turned to12:00am, even though I know he could have easily fallen asleep at 10pm. I am a super lucky wife. He's a good husband. A great dad. He loves me. I love him. We are fortunate.

I woke up to 4 of my beautiful children bouncing in and out of my bedroom and bed the next morning. Sounds of giggles and squeals and laughter... and noise. Hugs and wet, slobbery kisses galore. We might be missing one baby boy... and his loss is so deep I'll never crawl out of the hole. But, we are fortunate. Very fortunate.

I had a big, wonderful breakfast with my family. My healthy family. My healthy, happy family. In our new home in CA. We are fortunate.

My husband has a job. A good job. With great benefits. We are fortunate.

I went for a 8.6 mile run. On a gorgeous, warm and sunny day. I felt the sun kissing my skin. The run was challenging but it felt great. I can run. I can run with minimal pain. I am fortunate.

We invited friends over to join us for champagne and food. It was a fun afternoon of conversation, kids, food and a Vintage 2008 bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. We have amazing friendships... near and far, old and new. Friends that are like family and who have stuck with us through the ups and downs of life. We are incredibly fortunate.

My parents called and left a happy new year message. Yup... we are so, deeply, incredibly fortunate.

I think I like you already 2014.

Out with the Old is Energizing!

Some people like to relax when they have time off from the normal schedule and routines of life.

Not the Martino family!

Dan's company is basically shutdown the last 2 weeks of the year. Well... kind of. Outside of the random conference call or email response, he was pretty much truly *off*. Which was wonderful... because he has been working and traveling a lot. So, Dan had a few goals to accomplish over the break... including clearing junk and extra stuff from the garage that sort of moved with us because we didn't have the time to really go through it properly before the move. And, by go through it... I mean decide whether it was something we wanted to keep, toss or donate to goodwill.

I get SO excited when Dan is home with us for a full week. And, I get even more excited when he gets motivated to do something like this around the house. So, I couldn't just stand by and watch. I decided I was going to clean out and purge toys from the play room and kids' bedrooms, and my closet.

We did really well!

I started in the playroom and ended up gathering 4 garbage bags full of toys to donate to goodwill, and 1 garbage bag full of garbage (broken toys, toy parts, junk, etc.). Then, I was able to pull 3 garbage bags full of clothing from my closet to bring to goodwill.

Dan & I then sorted through all the stuff in the garage.

All in... we donated 3 truckloads full of stuff to goodwill (that includes the toys and clothes).

The garage is now organized! The playroom feels so clean! The kids didn't even realize anything was missing (obviously, I purged toys when Dan brought them on an errand!). And, my closet looks so much more organized and fresh. Love it!!

I don't know why... but I truly LOVE removing the clutter from my home! Dan thinks I'm crazy.

I think it energizes me too... because in addition to doing all this organizing and purging... I logged 43 miles of running for the week. I haven't done one week of dedicated running training this entire year... it's just been a crazy, unpredictable year for us as a family with so much change. So, to actually log 40 miles and end the year strong felt GREAT!

Dear S.anta...

All I want for Christmas is....

Gabby:
* pet guinea pig
* fake glasses
* crutches
* new bike
* messenger bag
* American G.irl doll

Rocco: (See photo)
He spent an afternoon thinking about and writing a very extensive list of wants, including a...
*B52 bomber plane
* pet dog
* pet cat
* army jet
* pet guinea pig
* helicopter
* nerf gun
* toy motorboat
* rainbow loom case
* fake elf stuffed
* ipad
* star wars something rather
*megatron
* motor boat



Giuliana (she is seriously the sweetest, most easy going kid on the planet! love her! last year ALL she wanted from Santa was a purple monkey!!):
* pony
* dog

Marco:
I think he just wants any cool weapons that Rocco has. Seriously... he's such a funny little boy. Went straight from infant toys to 5 year old boy toys. :)) I know Santa has some appropriate gifts for the little man though!

Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas!

While the holidays are always a little bit of a rough spot for us since having lost Matteo, we still somehow find a way to muster up the strength to keep the traditions and festive celebrations in the forefront of our children's minds and memories this time of year. However, our hearts go out to all of those who have lost someone near and dear this year... we can relate to your sadness and/or struggles.

May your hearts and homes be forever full of love and joy and peace.

xoxo

A Plan to Capture S.anta

The kids devised a plan to capture S.anta Claus...

Dan and I found them all huddled together in a room, talking loudly with lots of excitement. When we asked what they were doing (we knew they were up to something)... they told us they had come up with a great plan to capture Santa.

How awesome is that?!

A couple days later... Giuliana drew the plan out on paper for us.

Annual Santa photo

Annual S.anta photo.

It would not be a Martino family tradition if at least one child was not crying. Marco did well in keeping with tradition this year.

Stepstools & Ladders

There it goes again... the sound of a small children's chair being pushed, slowly but surely, across the wood floor. It lasts about 45 seconds until it reaches the final destination. Then, little Marco slowly but surely climbs up onto the chair and reaches up to open the cabinet and pull out his goldfish crackers.

Not even 5 mintues later, he is pushing the chair over from the cabinet to the kitchen island where I am making sandwiches for the kids. He's reaching up onto the couter trying to grab at anything and everything possible and I'm telling him "no"... to which he replies back "NO!"

The smallest child has discovered the usefulness of a stepstool.

Oy!

We had a few contractors in and out last week, and they had ladders with them. Do I even need to write about how we found Marco attempting to climb the ladders on more than one occasion. He was enthralled by them.

Fast forward one week, and he's constantly dragging or pushing the little kiddie chairs around the main level of our home to get access to all the things he can't reach without the chair.

When I was cooking dinner, he was watching me turn on one of the ovens that is elevated and mounted in the wall. Not even 5 minutes later... the child has the chair sitting there and he's flipping the dials. Never mind the fact that he already flips all the dials on the ovens and stove that sit at his reach level just a few feet away. 

His daddy is going to go nuts when he sees him dragging and pushing those little chairs across the wood floors. I have tried to tell Marco not to do it. I've carried the chairs back to the table hundreds of times now, only resulting in a crying Marco and him running right over to the chairs to drag it back to the destination of choice. But honestly, when Dan is gone... I literally don't have time to fight this battle.

Such a little rascal!

Hopefully... when Dan arrives back home, he'll want to fight this battle and train Marco not to do this anymore.

Snowfreakingflakes

My two oldest children learned to make snowflakes in school over the past two weeks. For some unknown reason, they decided to teach the third oldest child how to make snowflakes over the weekend, while my husband was in Las Vegas for work (riiiiiiiiiight!).

I kid you not... I had three children making snowflakes faster than Buddy the Elf. There were paper scraps everywhere. EVERY WHERE.

EVERY. FREAKING. WHERE.

Paper scraps covered the table, the countertop, the floor under the table, the floor under the counter... they migrated over to the sofa.... there was a trail from the sofa to the table to the counter. Paper scraps were falling out of blankets, out of play kitchen toys... I even found them in kitchen drawers.

It is AMAZING what can happen when you try to give your toddler a quiet bath and leave the older kids to keep themselves entertained.

Sweet Moses.

I guess I should be thankful they were making snowflakes instead of pulling each other's hair out.

But, by the time I got them in bed and looked around (exhausted... and after a very long weekend w/daddy being gone)... I wanted to cry paper scraps!!

But nope... I just picked them all up.

Only to wake up Monday morning and find that child #2 has already been awake for 45 minutes and was on snowflake #52.

ARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Paper scraps EVERY WHERE... AGAIN!!!

Is it awful that I was bursting with joy to drop them off at school Monday morning?!

House No Longer DREAMY

Marco tried climbing the girls' B.arbie D.reamhouse. You know... the giant 3 story house that clearly looks like something a 19 month old should try and scale like a superhero.

Well... this expedition did not end well for Marco or the D.reamhouse. Barbie's house is no longer dreamy. And, Marco got 3 nice little scrapes and bumps on his head. Ouch!

Poor little guy!

Giuliana was not pleased with what looked like a tornado hit the D.reamhouse.

I tried explaining to her that perhaps B.arbie should have invested in natural disaster insurance.

That didn't go over so well.

Gabby Makes USAG L3 Compulsory Team

Gabby had just been told she was promoted to move up to the USAG L3 compulsory team approximately one month before our move to CA. I knew how excited she was about this, and how important gymnastics was to her, so I started the scramble to find a gym that had a competitive program like the gym she was enrolled at in Washington. There were a few options, and we let her try a class at each gym with the level 3’s so she could tell me which gym she felt was the best fit. The bummer about transferring to CA from WA, is that in California, the competition season for L3’s begins at the end of August and ends in November. In Washington, the L3’s compete December - February. So, all the CA girls had been practicing the L3 skills and routines for months. There was not way she’d be able to transfer right onto the team here. She would have to tryout in December at open tryouts.

Gabby was obviously devastated to learn that she wouldn’t be able to compete this year, and it broke my heart to hear her cry. But, I tried to spin it to her that this would just allow her the time to perfect her skills and blow everyone away when she would tryout in December.

So, it was a bit of a rough start, as we had to initially sign her up in CA for a recreational gymnastics class. She was used to doing gymnastics 6 hours a week. So, attending one 1.5 hour class a week just wasn’t going to cut it for her. She was insistent on signing up for several back to back classes, which basically put her up to 6 hours of practice a week.

And, in all honesty, knowing that the L3’s practice 9 hours a week… I selfishly wasn’t ready to have her at the gym for that long each week. And, I felt that having just moved and starting at a new school, 9 hours or practice a week would be a bit much with all the transition and change. 

She did get a little bored with the recreational classes, and she definitely missed the camaraderie of her teammates and being on a team in general. But, she also agreed that she was going to do great come December’s tryouts.

Tryouts for L3 were the first week of December, and my baby girl nailed each and every skill. I was very proud FOR her and of her. She was ecstatic and new she did well at the tryouts, so it was no surprise when she was extended the L3 invitation. 

She started practicing 9 hrs/week with her new teammates the first week of January, and she was thrilled.

SNOW!

Last night around 11:15pm, I looked out the window anticipating the *big snow storm* that had been forecasted for our area. Sure enough... it was snowing!

It's unusual for it to snow where we live right now. I guess the last time it snowed was 5 years ago.

It was so exciting, I actually entertained the idea of waking up Rocco and Gabby to let them watch the big flakes falling from the sky. But, I didn't... I feared them not going back to bed and wanting to just watch it snow as long as their little eyes would allow them.

My kids were SO excited when they woke up and saw snow on the ground! There wasn't a lot... but, there were random patches of snow that looked to be almost 2 inches deep in some spots. Apparently, it was not enough to warrant the "Mom/Dad, can we go out and play in the snow?" question... as not even one child asked. And, it was gone by the end of the day. But, it was very exciting nonetheless.

Last winter, it snowed a few times where we lived in WA. But, the snow only piled up and stayed on the ground for 8 hours on one of those days. Other than that, we had to drive to the mountains to see and play in the snow.

The winter before that, we had several big snow storms... one that resulted in about 6-8 inches of snow that stuck around for approximately 10 days. The other winter storms that year brought about 2-4 inches of snow, forcing us to do a bit of shoveling and allowing the kids to play, but it usually disappeared within 24-48 hours. 

Snow is always VERY exciting to my kids! And, I love to watch it fall and pile up. But, in all honesty, I prefer the option to *visit* snow when I choose, versus dealing with it on an every day basis. :))

COOOOOLD in Califo.rnia!

I was at the grocery store tonight and it seemed sort of busy for a Tuesday night. I mentioned it in light conversation to the young lady checking me out. (She was probably 18 years old or so.) This mention of weather suddenly got her animated and all fired up. She explained to me how the weather forecast for the next week was SUPER cold, hence the busy grocery store. She said people were stocking up on everything because they wouldn't want to leave their homes for a few days.

This REALLY gave me an internal chuckle! Externally, I couldn't help but agree with her... "Right! It is SO cold outside." I didn't want to seem rude. Then, I walked outside and felt the 48 degree chill in the air. Brrrr... cold. Right?!

I grew up in Minnesota. In the Midwest, it's no secret that temperatures hit below zero during the winter months. Sometimes, for multiple days in a row. It's the kind of weather where you walk outside and your eyelashes freeze together. It can hurt to breathe. You don't dare where mascara, because the second you walk indoors, your eyelashes thaw and mascara runs down your cheeks making you look like a clown. Now THAT, my friends... is COLD WEATHER!

Meanwhile... even in those frigid temps, the kids will be out building forts in the snow, or going to school. Moms will be running their errands and bringing kids to activities. Life just doesn't stop.

But, here in the area of CA where the weather is 80 degrees or more for 8 months of the year, and in the high 90's or 100's for 4 -5 of those months... 48 is COLD, *don't go to the grocery store if you can help it* weather. I find this highly entertaining, having MN roots.

In all honesty though... while I do get laughs from this. I CAN relate on some level. When we moved back to CA, it was 100+ every day for the first month. By the time the daily high was in the low 80's or 70's during October, we were all sort of bundling up in sweatshirts and U.ggs. Giuliana actually started going everywhere in a sweater and U.ggs during the month of October. You'd never guess she lived in WA for the past 2.75 years.

It's actually pretty incredible how quickly the body acclimates to your climate, whether it's hot or cold. And, having lived in various climates, it can definitely result in some pretty funny weather related observations and discussions.